“A Temporal Coil”

Meaning is lost,

bravery is dead,

in all of the places but inside my head.

Adventure is out of reach,

its fruit a succulent peach,

growing high above my head.

A path we all walk on.

A path we all tread.

A road that differs from the one in my head.

I cannot belong here,

this is not my reality.

I was misplaced,

trapped in mortality.

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